I’m starting to type bullshit on my PP report. I guess that means its time to stop.

Its so tempting to bullshit when there’s just 500 words to go. But one can only bullshit so much right?

I wonder how I got myself into this situation.

This infatuation. You thought you were over it, your past. But it comes back to haunt you. Or maybe you begged it to come back. You looked for it, prodded around and wondered where it has gone too. Now its here, right in front of you, and all that goes through your head is, “Cool, but now I wished I never found out”

But its hopeless; You’re enchanted by it. You don’t wanna let go, not yet at least. “Let’s see what happens”, you tell yourself. Don’t get your hopes up, you’ll just get burnt. The point comes where you are supposed to say, “Good to know you still exist, but I got my own life now.” And the point goes. You didn’t say it. You’re curious, you want answers, so you stay. Slowly you get pulled in. Further and further. You get so far in you don’t even realize. Or maybe you realize but you just don’t wanna get out. Because you’re infatuated. Your life becomes nothing but a waiting game. “Its been a whole day. Still not here? Gosh only an hour has passed? It felt like two.”

Some people just can’t let go. They may forget about something for a while but when reminded of it, they can’t get it out of their head. They think its fate. They get reminded of everything. Suddenly they feel like throwing everything away to chase that what if. Well what if it doesn’t work out? What do you have to go back to? Then again someone else would think What if it does work out? Well no one will ever know. We determine what happens in our lives. There is always a choice, and those choices would define us.

Its been a week (actually almost two) since the renovations have been completed

The results? Well its okay really, there’s no big change to take note of

I’m just glad that everything’s settled back to how it was

Anyway there are many things that I’ve yet to do

Like My PP report, which has yet to progressed any further than the 600-700 odd words from the 2000 minimum required.

Although when I look back on this, I’ve done about 3/8 of it, and if I put my head down and work on it, it could be done in a day or two, easy.

But I’d like to emphasise,IFI put my head down and work on it…

Then there is the painting of the home.

Gosh I have nothing to say but, “Give me some paint!”

Not forgetting my Class 3 licence… Almost 6 months have passed since I qualify to start learning, but I still haven’t

Enough of that… Lets see something about Michael Phelps

Apparently, he started young…

And you must have heard of his controversial win in the 100m Butterfly against Milorad Cavic. Ever wondered what happened after?

Oh yeah! Big thanks to Chong for the chalet. Very much appreciated. I’m sure everyone had a good time. Late night trips to Changi Village shall be top of my list of places to go when I have a driving licence.